So there you sit, another Monday...another start to your work week. Is it 5'oclock yet? I can't wait to split out of here and get a drink at the bar. Why does Sharon fuckin complain about everything? Thankfully Football Sunday will here again soon. God I fucking hate this place. But here you sit, Monday through Friday...hoping...wishing....hell even begging for change. But why in the hell do you think you deserve it? Because you want it? Cool, I want a million dollars...you think that's just going to materialize in front of me? Hell no! You want something? You grab it by the fucking throat.

But my mortgage...my car payment...my cell phone.....my cable....my internet....my kids private school. I've heard all the drivel pour out of people mouths, and you know where it got them? Still stuck at the job they despise everyday of their existence. They loath it. They hate their boss, co-workers, their animal pen like cubicle. And why? Because they stopped fighting. They surrendered and threw up their white flags. They gave up on their goals...dreams....passions, because they let life get the best of them. They are purely existing without true purpose, like a drone in a beehive or an ant in a colony.

“How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?"-C. Bukowski

If your passion is found in your job, then you're one of the lucky ones. If not, the only excuse is the one staring back at you in the mirror when you wake up at the ass crack of dawn so as to beat morning traffic. The road to truly do what you love is a rough road. The trail is filled with loose footing, a steep ascent and a lonely one at best. But you need to keep driving on no matter the risks, pitfalls, fear or loneliness. People today have lost passion due to fear of the unknown, the what-if's, the thoughts of others and more importantly affording THINGS.

We are pumped ideas into our head since grade school as to what's expected of us as adults. College, wife, kids, house, and white picket fence with Old Glory in the front yard. Fuck all of that. Fuck what others think...what they think...what your co-workers or friends think and even what your parents think. Its your damn life. If you want to go to the job you hate everyday, cool all the more power to you. But if there's just a slight flicker of a flame still in your heart, throw some damn wood on that bitch and get rolling. Living with passion waits for no one, so drive on or get left behind with the mediocre.

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